Mysteries That Never Cease
There are mysteries that never cease,
Will always be:
Because of, not in spite of.
Look at progress:
Despite progress, we are more at risk than ever.
I fear, not ‘in spite of’, but ‘because of’, progress never
What it seems,
All the reams of information,
New advances, dancing in our eyes and ears
Dependant on who sees or hears,
Every positive a dormant negative
Dependent on whose hands it’s in.
Then the secrets of infinity:
What, where, how, why, when;
A mystery most definitely.
And music, art
The part that improvises and creates
Out of a place inscrutable,
To never understand?
Dependant on whose hand it’s in,
Whose talent, aptitude, inborn mind
Is interested at all to find